The wind howls noisily about Sigurd's isolated retreat in the mountains behind the Great Hall of the Stormwolves. Sigurd sits alone gazing into the fire... ...
"Spirit Bolt!" "Magic Missile!" "We missed again!! It's so very strange… I can only assume that a Stormwolf with the ability to sprint at full speed whilst...
Rurisk slowly gains the top of the hill and greets Sigurd "Hello there follower of Hod. Not remaining in the mountains over winter? I shall be as usual. you...
Sigurd manages a weak smile at Rurisk's comment about his Incarna. "A shipwreck? What kind of ship...?" The Shaman starts off down the path to the beach....
One made of Matchsticks by the looks of the wood spread about.. It certainly didn't hold up very well. We do however now have a new incarna of Aegir. Oh and a...
... Deep in the shadows a well covered figure watches the lone figure in the Hall; He observes carefully making no sound or movement. His task yet to be done...
Wincing at the pain of the old spear-wound in his shoulder, the traveller stops his horse. "Not far now, my old friend." He says as he rubs the mare down with...
Sigurd walks down to the beach. He regards the crashing waves, the wreck of the ship and the rocks for a moment before walking over the wet sand towards the...
"… I need the exercise." "You worry me sometimes Bjorne." "This coming from the man who tries to detonate mountains in his spare time." Invar looks to reply...
A small door leading to the priests quarters swings open in the back of the hall, the breeze from the open space rushes through the empty space blowing out...
Well then kids, this is a message form the very bottom of my heart. I'm really bored at work at the moment so i'm gonna run some plot on here and i want you...
Sigurd gasps and reels back from the corpse coughing and choking as though salt water filled his lungs... The Shaman shakes his head and tries to quell his...
The corpse shudders violently, the swirl of raging seas fills Sigurds mind as the weak half drowned voice of the shade croaks out loud.... 'We are from Omsk,...
Sigurd sits on the sand composing himself for a few moments... He then gets up and looks around at the windswept beach. Puzzled, the Shaman gets up and begins...
Well young man, you need to head to lovely website of the esteemed Agna which can be found at: http://www.wolves-pictures5.fsnet.co.uk/renew0301.htm and theres...
(OOC I thought they all had the markings... those who were already dead and the one who just died... Sorry if I got the wrong idea. If they don't all, then...
Ristain works a while at checking through the bodies and flotsam both. Dragging the dead to the lea of the cliff face he then sets about to find sufficient dry...
(OOC all the bodies have marks on their chests) The second body, that of a swarthy dark skinned man with identical markings cut into the chest twitches and...
Just as ristain ambles good naturedly down towards the heebie-jeeby spirit magic user, he is shocked to see Sigurd, kneeling over the corpse, suddenly keel...
'Ah Bugger' Running toward Siguard, Ristain prepares to drag the shaman away from the maelcontent spirit rising above him... 'Heeby bloody jeebies I say'!!!...
The spirit hovers over Sigurd for an instant, then coalesces into a ball and moves at speed up over the dunes and out of sight. Sigurd still lies sprawled...
The day is clear and light, a fresh breeze blows off the sea stirring the tall pines on either side of the path that Rurisk walks. A bird flaps lazily...
If anyone fancies wandering to Reading to monster for the Reading uni LaRP group it would be most appreciated. This week the players should be attacking the...
Standing in the Silence Rurisk looks around himself, half expecting there to be dead figures swarming towards him from the forests. Seeing nothing obvious and...
SIgurd.. The darkness is absolute, and riddled with lines of fire, it feels as if its being viewed from a vast distance. There is movement in the darkness ...